I Met A Man

Yesterday I met a man  who reeked of smoke and told me that the smog was death. 

This man looked up and testified to all the world that wealth was sin. 

I met a man who so high on alcohol he reeked of gin and hung by a thread. 

This man I met had worn out shoes and a smile that spoke of life and loss. 

I met a man who held out his hand and asked me to walk a mile in his shoes. 

This man I met was loud and shameless and forced me to stand before myself. 

 I met a man who dreamed of life but lived in death. 

This man I met, my brother, my father, my lover, my friend. 

Yesterday, I met myself.